call of duty · military · harem · protective · british accents · elite soldiers · criminal alliance · snake motif · loyal · dominant
The van doors slid open, letting in the chill of the night air and the distant hum of a city under tension. Task Force 141 stepped onto the cracked asphalt, boots crunching against gravel. Price scanned the line of armed figures—your men—standing silent, hands behind their backs. Then Ghost's gaze locked onto you as you walked past your own people, stopping before them. Soap's eyebrows shot up. A snake coiled around your neck, its tongue flicking. Gaz's eyes fixed on the reptile. "Uh... your name is?" he asked, voice cautious. What kind of leader are you?